#about: Solaire Rose

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You Will Not Be Mine

“One day, the only butterflies left will be in your chest as you march toward your death, breathing your last breath”

Sam and Darlin’ stumble into the conversation they’ve avoided, the one that spurns on insecurity and uncertainty

A tiredness hugged Darlin’s eyes as they peeled themselves from the formality of the night, stripping away not only clothing, but a small portion of the stress they carried in their very weave. Fingertips pushed into their eyes and rubbing as if it would push away the weary feeling that set in their vision, Darlin' dropped themself on the couch and let their head fall back. Following in behind, Sam swept a hand through tumbling brown locks, a hefty sigh filliing the open space. Tension and tightness sucked up the oxygen between where he stood and where Darlin' sat, suffocating and all-encompassing.

Sam's eyes washed over them, and the tug of war between what he wanted to say and the will to say it raged on within. They coud feel his gaze like a wildfire, burning into them and covering them entirely. "That was...a night," Sam began, closing the door behind himself and shrugging off the suit jacket. "A night indeed," they responded briskly, opening their eyes and sitting up, looking at their fingers, their nails, every line that decorated their skin; they looked anywhere but his eyes. He felt the avoidance like a sinister hand wrapped around his undead heart, fingernails digging in and rending his chest ached. "We won't have to worry about her anymore, at least not face to face." "Yeah, you said that earlier," they mumbled, the fight within the words, but failed by their meek and defeated tone. "And I meant it. I know she can be a grade A bitch, but I could tell she meant it when she said she wouldn't go near you anymore," the imploration in Sam's words licked up the back of Darlin's neck, in a fiery anger. A cold sweat sheened their hands, braced for the argument they could feel breaking the surface tension of their delicately maintained and feigned ignorance. "I'm glad you could trust that, Sam. And I trust you. But I don't trust her. And I don't trust she won't rear her head to make another snide remark. As long as she's a Solaire, she'll be there." "And as long as I'm a Solaire, there will be times that we see her. And that will be infuriating, I know. But if we can at the very least avoid her, not have to talk with her, ever-" The surface tension broke almost cataclysmically. "That isn't the problem, Sam!" Darlin's voice rose as their body did, hands balled up and eyes already beginning to wet, not in pain but in pure, heartaching frustration, the kind of tears that sear into your cheeks as they fall. "Darlin', what do you mean? It was one of the many problems that came from that Summit, but it's not one that we have to worry about anymore. All of the other problems are ones that we will face, together. You just have to talk to me." It almost sounded like begging. Pleading. Sam's hands lay flat in the space between them, palms upright as if bearing himself for them to take and hold and open their fears with him, calmly and level headed. That's not what they needed. Level headed was, at this point, unmanageable. Not after the night they'd had. "God. She still has her perfectly manicured claws sunk into your shoulders," Darlin's hushed voice was laced with so many emotions, it was hard for Sam to know which one was at the forefront of their barbed statement: pained, conquered, hopeless. They felt it all, and it was all too evident. Their hands ran up their own arms and they hugged themself, the warmth of the room nowhere to be felt, their skin shuddering under the chill of their desolation. "And now, they're in me too," they whispered, eyes wide and terrfied. "Darlin'...please..." "She doesn't live out there, Sam. She lives in here." They pointed to their own head, before shaking it as if to rid themself of the thought of her. "That's the game she plays." Sam approached cautiously and slowly, hands now both braced and surrendered, as if Darlin' were rocked by the explosive nature and strength in their utter anguish. As if they were a few wrong words away from shattering before his very eyes. "Only...only if you let her." He was never really good with words. "Let her?" Their laugh was humourless, empty, echoing. It rattled in their chest and left bruises in it's wake, blossoming over their lungs and igniting the air Darlin' breathed. They turned, the anger now shining across their face in terribly warm tears that gave an unpleasant contrast to the cold of their skin.

"To think I'd 'let' her do anything is insane, Sam. Do you hear yourself? Better yet, did you hear her? No. You didn't. But, to recap, after being reduced to your 'conquest', the plaything of yours that you'll be sick of once I'm old and decrepit, and then subsequently called a child, Alexis firmly planted her 'Sam is always going to be mine' flag in the ground. 'I turned him because I want him' she said. The only reason I was saved from that interaction was because fucking Porter came to save the day. Porter!" Sam said nothing. Not yet. He knew their fury wasn't for him, but they needed to let it out. He turned the words over in his head, feeling a numbness in his hands, his fingertips. When it seemed they were done, their words trembling in their veins and their eyes hard on him, chest heaving with the released weight of their words, he let his mouth form the words he carefully thought out. "I could never, ever get sick of you. Your aging means nothing to me-" "I cannot live forever, Sam!"

The silence was louder than anything they could have shouted into the void between. Yet the shout was loud. It was raw, and despairing, tearing through their throat and searing into Sam's heart. The floodgates were well and truly open. "I am dying as we speak," they heaved, unravelling themselves before him desperately, bitterly. There was a venom to their words, and even as it corroded them to say it, they knew it was toward the situation they were in, not truly to pain Sam. They also knew it would pain him regardless.

"Every day that I live, that I breathe and walk and smile and cry and...fucking exist, I am marching on toward a finish line you will never see. Not naturally." Thunderous and ever-howling did the returned silence loom between them. Sam's vision blurred, and he sucked in a sharp breath, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. His weight sat on one hip, as did his other hand, and he tried to choke out something, anything in response. What could he possibly say to that, though? After all, the truth swallowed him whole. "Every time I think about our future, I come to a stand still, right here. At this conversation. I cannot be without you. But I cannot, forever, be with you.

I am going to die alone, Sam. That is an experience you will not share in,"

The silver in Sam's eyes glistened and caught the lamplight, chest heaving, shoulders feeling as if they could collapse him. He had all but frozen, one hand still on his hip gripping as if it were the only thing holding him upright, or stood at all.

Sam couldn’t look at them. If he did, he’d surely fall into the horrible maws of anguish that threatened to swallow him up and lock him in an eternal darkness; as was his world without them.

“Darlin’, I-,” Sam began, his voice falling from some great height and losing itself in his throat, choked up, covering his face with his hand as he let their sobs rock his own body. Something he could share in.

“To give them up- my family, and my form- is to keep you.

To remain myself is to one day give you up.”

The words latched to the open air and seem to taunt the both of them, cruelly taking delight in the joy they stole and the numbing quake they left in turn.

Finally, Darlin’ slumped into the couch once more, and buried their face in their hands, knees tucked in. They were curled up, as if holding themselves tighter could fend off the agony. How were they not empty of tears? The crying seemed as if it would never end.

“I don’t know what to do,” they whispered bleakly, and Sam could only weep harder.

[bp-trio]

you’re watching….

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( ALL IN ENGLISH ) ( questions searched on the web about Sol)

"Hey, I'm Sol and this is the Wired Autocomplete interview," Sol said smiling. Sol was given aboard. A medium-sized board where the questions were stuck with a paper and she has to peel it off to open the question. “Let’s see what you all are curious about”

[ UPBEAT MUSIC ]

"Have you ever googled yourself before?" Interviewer.

"No. I try not to."

"Alright, first question," Sol said before carefully peeling off the sticker that was covering the full question that was searched on the web about her.

[ WHAT ]

"What is Sol’s full name? My full name is Solaire Victoria Raeya Ivanov and I know it's a long name. But my parents liked it." Sol answered and smiled.

"What does Sol like in a guy?" Sol chuckled at the question. "Wow, did someone actually search this on the web?" Sol asked as she looked at her staff behind the camera and giggled. "What I like in a guy is honesty and just be good to me."

"What is Sol’s net worth?" Sol smiled at the question. "why do you guys care about this? but to be honest I don't even know what my net worth is."

"What is Sol's zodiac sign?" "Aquarius, I am. Fun fact, I actually share a birthday with Rosé. I was told recently about some of the characteristics of the Aquarius. Think I maybe have like, three of eight."

"What is Sol's phone number?" "That is a question I won't be answering. I don't give my number to anyone. So, it is maybe impossible to get my number. Sorry." Sol said and smiled blandly.

"What is Sol's accent?" Sol laughed at the question. "Honestly I have no idea. I would say British on most occasions. it also depends on where I go. When I got to America. my accent changes to American English and when I'm in Paris, I speak in a Parisian accent. Or these days it feels like I’m getting Aussie accent because of Rose. It is a bit confusing I don't know what my accents are." Sol chuckled.

"What is Sol doing right now?" Sol exhaled and chuckled " Talking to you. that's so funny people would google that. what is Sol doing now, like Google's gonna know"

"What was Sol's first song?" "The very first song I wrote was for my mom on her birthday when I was like six years old, and it was about when I grow up, can I be as pretty as you? when I grow up, can I wear your dress? and still, my parents and my siblings make fun of me sometimes."

Sol throws the medium-sized board on the floor and grabs the one handling to her.

[ DOES ]

"Does Sol have pets?" " Yes, I have 4 pets, three dogs and one cat. I have Shiba Inu named Cain, Samoyed named Chico, white Pomeranian Cece, and a Manx cat named Cleo. I adopted all of them from a rescue shelter. They are my angels."

"Does Sol speak Spanish?" Sol smiled. "Yes, I can speak Spanish because I taught myself and I'm proud of myself for doing that because I can now communicate with my fans who speak Spanish," Sol said and continued smiling as she peeled off the sticker that covers the next question and read it.

"Does Sol play guitar?" "Yes, I do play guitar. In fact, I play a lot of instruments. My grandpa taught me how to play the Violin and Piano. during my trainees days, I learned to play drums, electric guitar, ukulele, recorder, flute, and Saxophone recently. since I have much free time this year because of the pandemic, I spend my time mostly learning new instruments and learning online." Sol answered and nodded.

"Does Sol has tattoos?" "That’s a secret" she giggles, “but I do, I have four tattoos and each one of them has a meaning.”

"Does Sol watch anime?" "Do, and my top three animes are the seven deadly sins, my hero academia, and One Piece."

“Does Sol know how to play games?” “Yes, I love playing games. It’s my hobby.”

[ CAN ]

"Can Sol sing?" Sol laughed at the question. " I bloody hope so, otherwise I have no idea what I'm doing here."

"Can Sol rap?" "Yes, I can rap. I’m the lead rapper in the group."

"Can Sol drive?" "I can drive.  I actually passed my driving test the first time. I do really love the freedom of just getting in your car and going wherever you want."

"Can Sol come to my birthday party?" Sol laughed."I wish I could but I think you would have to speak to my agency and my manager about that."

"Can I date Sol?" Sol laughed and grinned. the staff also laughed "that's an interesting question. Maybe but I think you would have to speak to my agency and my manager about that too." Sol said and shrugged with a chuckle.

[ HOW ]

“Okay last board, How old is Sol?" Sol read off as she peeled the tap. "I'm 26 years old."

"How to get Sol's face?" Sol laughed. "Seriously? I don't know. surgery, I think?" Sol said and shrugged with a chuckle.

"How did Sol become famous?" Sol chuckled. " by releasing good music."

"How many languages can Sol speak?" Sol smiled. "I can speak 7 languages. Korean, English, Japanese, French, Mandarin, Spanish, and Russian I'm hoping to learn Thai and German by next year." Sol answered.

“How does Sol stays in shape? By working out.” She stated. “I don’t like dieting and I was extremely bad at it. When I was training to be a singer, I had this extremely diet and I just failed. I couldn’t resist my love for ice cream.”

“How does Sol keep her hair healthy?” She smiled, “I use a specially made shampoo and conditioner provided by my wonderful stylist aka Lina.”

“Well, that’s it?.” She asked, throwing the cardboard away when the staff members nodded. “It’s been fun! They weren’t as scary as I thought they would be.”

“I hope you enjoyed the video, thank you. Mwah.” She says, staring directly into the lens and blowing a kiss at it.

[haradasaya]

The Swan Princess

Thank you to everyone who has supported me in the journey of this story, it means so much to me!! Specifically thank you to @marcethegeek @halscafe @palilious and @sri-rachaa for being besties with me while writing this!! Love y'all <3

CW: Fem Listener character/Fem Lovely (There will be a gender neutral version once this has been released in it's entirety)

Chapter 1

Vincent pushed open the doors to the war council room, his monarch seated at the head of a long wooden table—the seat reserved for the king of the kingdom of Solaire—glasses set low on his nose, chin set lazily in his hand as he spoke with another noble of their court. Vincent slowed his stride into long, soft steps as he rounded the table towards his king, who ushered away the man he had been speaking to upon seeing his son approaching. Vincent stood at attention before his father, hand pressed in a fist over his heart to salute him. 

“Father, you called for me?”

The king rose from his seat to stand eye to eye with his son, gesturing for him to take the seat to his right. “Ah, my boy. Yes, I did. Would you please join me at our table?”

Vincent moved towards the chair by his father and sat down beside him, hesitant about what his monarch wanted him for with such urgency. “What can I do for you?”

William took off his glasses slowly, setting them down in such a way that conveyed the importance of whatever he was about to say. He exhaled slowly before beginning. “How have you been lately? Keeping up with your duties I presume?”

Vincent forced a smile, unsure of how or if that question would relate to whatever his king had summoned him for. “I have been well, father. Attending to many of the royal inquiries and training with the knights has certainly taken up much of my time and attention.”

“Good, good;” Was all William said, his hand coming to his chin in thought.

“Does something trouble you, my lord?” Vincent asked, desiring to ease the burden of his monarch if it was in his power to do so. 

“No no, nothing troubles me. I simply… well. I believe there is something that we need to speak about.”

Vincent sat forward, leaning his arms against the table. “Go on.”

William sighed. “Well my son, as you already know, I am growing old in years. I knew that a time would come when I would need to pass the crown onto you, but… in light of our past situation, I had simply hoped that there would be more time. Alas, time does not cease, even for those who would wish it so. I believe now is the time that I must begin preparing you to take on the role to which you have been born—and as such, there are things of you which I require.”

Vincent instantly sat up straight, spine completely vertical as he had been taught in his youth—because despite the casual tone with which William spoke, Vincent knew this conversation was not from father to son: but from King to Prince. 

“Given the circumstances of your past, I feel as though we have been more than patient in grieving with you after your loss: but enough time has now passed that I believe you are ready to take the next step toward receiving your crown.”

Vincent inhaled deeply, processing his father’s words. “Please William, speak plainly with me.”

The monarch sighed again, righting himself in his chair and bringing his soft gaze to meet his son’s. “In four days time, the Solaire kingdom will host a ball here in our castle. Of the eligible ladies invited, you are to choose a bride to take the crown with you at your coronation in one week.”

Vincent’s eyes shot wide, his mouth moving to his defense, but William raised a hand to stop him, knowing his son all too well. “This is her family’s will as much as it is my own. Vincent, I know that you loved her dearly, but it is time to let her go. All this grieving has done nothing but drive you away—from me, from your people; and most of all, from your duty. You are still the crown prince of the Solaire Kingdom, and you still have a duty to fulfill.”

“Well, I—” he stuttered, still completely unable to form a thought in reply. Was he really being asked to move on from what had happened like it was nothing? Like he could recover from the loss of his one true love in a measly year? “What if I refuse?” 

“You will not,” was William’s reply. “You will be king, and you will have a queen by your side when you are crowned.”

“Then I do not want the crown!” Vincent said angrily, rising from his chair. “Father, how can you ask such a thing of me?”

His father shook his head, not quite out of disappointment but something close to it. “My son, it does not please me to ask this of you—not when the wounds of your loss are still so deep. When I lost your mother…”

Vincent bit his tongue so hard it bled, the metallic taste in his mouth only adding to the bitterness that he felt. William knew that speaking of his wife and the mother of their child was the quickest way to silencing his son, as Vincent had loved her so dearly. When she fell ill, it was as if the whole world had come crumbling down around them both, losing the little light and warmth that was already so easily lost in the life of a royal. And now, though Vincent would never speak the words aloud, a small part of him despised his father for using her to make his point.

“Well, as I stated before; time goes on. Duties to your kingdom must be fulfilled and order must still be maintained.”

Vincent gawked. “I do not want to do this—”

“It is no longer about what you want, my son. This is about the kingdom’s needs. As much as I would wish it, I will not be alive forever, and I must ensure that your coronation goes smoothly. Your life, this kingdom, and the wellbeing of all whom you serve depends on it.”

William approached his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. It was firm, grounding him to the floor in a way that William hoped would help him see reality, though Vincent truly felt like all William was doing was keeping him from fleeing. “This is no longer a request from father to son, but an order from your monarch.”

Vincent’s heart raced in his chest, his breathing coming too rapidly for him to calm himself, as his mother had taught him to do when he was younger. He didn’t know what to do, what to think. He needed to get himself out of there before he exploded.

“As… as you wish, William.”

The king tried to understand what his son was going through, but the reality was that he could never do so, as his life had been so different from his sons. The love that he’d come to know with his bride had been just as special as the one that Vincent had come to know with his love—and yet despite both their stories ending in tragedy, William knew that getting to spend most of their lives together before losing his wife was nowhere near what his son was dealing with now. He wanted to understand, but the pain of one heartbreak does not rival the pain of two. “This is for the best, my boy. You may not understand that now, but you will. I swear it.”

Vincent simply bowed, ducking below and out of his father’s reach. “As you wish.” He simply repeated. He stood at attention, saluting his monarch once more. “By your leave, your majesty.”

The prince did not wait for a reply from his king, before turning and striding from the war council room, practically running in his hasty retreat from the king’s presence. The guard attending the entrance to the throne room barely had time to swing open the massive wooden doors before the prince forced his way out, his heart deafeningly loud in his chest.

Vincent pressed his palms into the cool stone of the railing that led the way to the war council room, forcing his breath into his lungs as he looked out over the rolling hills and eventual beachy waves and endless ocean that could be seen from the castle. The warm summer wind wrapped smoothly around his face, whipping his hair in every direction, blowing the tassels of his shirt from his chest as they sought to follow the pull of the wind.

How could they ask such a thing of him? Have none of them any compassion? It had only been a year, how could anyone expect him to have simply let go of her? Of all the times they had? Of the love that they’d had? He’d watched his father lose his mother all those years ago, and to this day he still wasn’t the same. Vincent knew, with every fiber of his being, that he’d have been lost forever after the death of his mother if it wasn’t for his love. She’d been the only one to pull him out of the darkness that had begun to fill up his heart. He never thought he’d have to go through that pain even once in his life, let alone twice. 

And the court thought they could ask that of him? Her family had as well implored him to move on from the love he’d had with their only child? What misery! Sorrow so deeply felt is not so easily forgot.

Vincent tasted the blood in his mouth, and reached for his tongue with his finger. His finger returned coated in that crimson liquid, and set off immediately to find a physician to remedy at least this ailment.

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The final golden rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the whole of the magical valley into shadow. The sound of magic whirred through their air, before swirling around a swan floating near the edge of the lake. The dark red and black mist bent and twisted the shape of the animal until it dispersed, leaving in the water a woman, shoes soaked and ankles wet. She lifted her skirts, stepping out of her slippers and sloshing up the beach. A full year as a swan had taken a toll on her heart, but nothing was worse than wearing wet clothes and shoes for the whole night. At least it was summer again, and the nights would be warmer than they had been all winter.

Lovely set her things on the log she’d been using as a makeshift table, having spent some of her lonely nights creating things for herself that reminded her of home. She couldn’t recall the amount of times that she’d written her love’s name in the sand at her feet at the very table she sat at now, praying silently for the day that he’d come rescue her.

A year had passed though, and he’d never come. And despite the glimmer of hope in her heart, she had also accepted her fate, should she spend the rest of her days trapped within this enchantment. It hadn’t been easy at first, and now that a year had passed with no progress, her curse had evolved from simply transforming her into a swan each day to her body beginning to fall ill with each change. It seemed that being cursed to take the form of a swan in the light of the sun, and to never venture too far from the lake that she must return to when she transforms wasn’t punishment enough for whatever unspoken wickedness from her past had gotten her here: now she must spend her few human hours preventing a coughing fit from sending her to an early grave! Just the other night, in the midst of a coughing fit, she had hacked up crimson liquid upon her sleeve, the infection slowly worsening with time. Oh how Lovely wished she had fought back harder against the sorcerer that had done this to her while she still had strength in her bones. Why, even now if he dared show himself, she’d—

“Oh little swan princess?” Came a voice from just beyond the treeline. 

Lovely whipped around to see the approaching form of the one who had cursed her. She hated to admit it, but after all this time alone, with only his voice to quell the ringing silence within and around her, she was just a little bit glad to have someone to talk to, even just for a small moment. Even if he was only here to petition her for something that she was not willing to give. She hated herself for thinking it.

“What do you want, Adam?”

The sorcerer clicked his teeth together. “Now now, there is no need for such hostility. I’ve simply come to check on my darling swan. Yet another night with no sign of your brave prince. Have you finally given up hope that he’s coming to rescue you?”

She balled her fists so tightly she feared her nails would pierce the skin of her palms, but did everything in her power not to show him how deeply his words struck. “I do not need to be rescued.”

“Yes, well. That much is true, lovely.”

Lovely hated that he called her that. Only her prince had called her lovely—hearing the word from Adam’s mouth only poisoned it with each uttering. “I know you do not wish to dally with me in trivial conversation. Have you come to bother me once again with your meaningless pesterings?”

Adam lifted his head and turned it, angling his body away from her as he did so. “My, you are such a feisty one. Always so hasty to send me away despite being your only company. What a terrible princess you must have made.”

Lovely forced a grin. “You know nothing of my being a princess. We had the displeasure of meeting but once, and for whatever Godforsaken reason, you decided that was enough to attempt to steal my kingdom from me.”

“Yes, and quite lucky you are that your charming prince had gifted you that magical amulet that protects you from the brunt of my power. Otherwise, you’d have been my dainty marionette long ago.”

“Such benign tricks seem beneath a grand sorcerer such as yourself, Adam. Are you truly weak enough that a simple gemstone over my heart is enough to prevent you from taking what you want? Oh wait, don’t answer that, I suppose I already know my answer.”

Adam huffed, turning to face the seated princess yet again. “Riling me up will do nothing for your current predicament. You don’t want to see me cross again—unless you’re enjoying the new modification to your curse that I made? I’ve heard that illness of the lungs is untreatable these days.”

Lovely had nothing to say in return, praying that he hadn’t heard her tireless coughing fits by night—or if he had, that he would not speak of them.

“This all could be over tonight if you would but give me what I want, you know. My offer is ever extended, your majesty.”

Lovely turned herself in her chair, facing away from Adam. “And my answer remains the same, or have you forgotten?”

In a moment, his back was pressed to hers, her chin held between his blackened fingers. “I grow tired of your games, little swan. You may have bested me once, but I swear that I will find my way around this little gem of yours,” Adam reached towards her necklace, his blackened fingers burning even just at trying to grab a hold of the pendant, “and I will finish what I started a year ago. Mark my words.”

He released her from his grip, striding away without saying another word. Lovely wiped at her chin, a desperate attempt to get the feeling of his fingers off her… but to no avail. His touch was like venom that creeped into her heart. He wasn’t able to use magic to control her, instead cursing her into changing forms when the sun rose and set. Adam was relentless in his scheme to use her for her kingdom, to use her to invade and seize control of the Kingdom of Solaire, where her prince was.

She would protect him, even if it meant sacrificing her own life. And if that meant she would live the rest of her days as a swan and the rest of her nights alone in the dark forest, then she would do so for him. He deserved to live a happy life. She just wished that she was there to see it too.

And so, when Lovely curled herself into a ball on the makeshift bed she’d crafted for herself, she dreamed of the day when Vincent Solaire would come and save her from this nightmare she’d found herself in.

[triptychgardener]

HOMESTUCK KIDS AND HOW THEY WOULD PLAY DARK SOULS

June: Fairly standard beginner dark souls player, get stuck in Undead Berg for a while until her more experienced friends start dropping her gamebreaking gear and letting her know all the shortcuts. Her build is whatever's handy and useful!

Rose: The one who gave June the items. Has a full walkthrough written by the third day, uses fall cancel quitout tricks to skip past most of Blighttown, and regularly wrongwarps to endgame areas to try and solo Gwyn at Soul Level 1 Darkbead only. Typical speedrunner.

Dave: Tells everyone he was good at the game from the start, but he only got that way by throwing himself at the brick wall of difficulty and stubbornly sticking on to using the beginning Broken Sword because "it's more hardcore that way." Despite it all, becomes very good at the game. Not as good as Rose though.

Jade: Loves exploring! The first to discover the Great Hollow, draws out little maps to try and find all the places where the world interconnects. Cries her eyes out when she has to fight Sif. Eclectic build that somehow still works, keeps the binoculars in her hotbar.

Jane: Unleashes her anger and utilizes a prodigious miracle healing setup to become an unstoppable killing machine. Starts out on the Kindle the Flame ending, with the Princess Guard covenant. but slowly starts to unravel the game after she gets frustrated and throws a dagger at Gwynevere. Starts peeling back the lore with a fine-toothed comb and, in the future, nearly always chooses to let the flame go out.

Jake: Constant Warrior of Sunlight, likes to join co-op sessions and help, but is actually doing that because he's nervous about soloing a boss, and wants to practice a lot before the real thing. Struggles a lot at the start, but somehow always manages to pull in clutch at the coolest moment. Loves Solaire to his dying day and gets utterly heartbroken when he discovers one of Solaire's quest endings. Wrath of the Gods+ Lightning Spear offensive faith build.

Roxy: Mods the shit out of the game when she's not running an absolutely broken build and doing constant Darkmoon invasions, partially for the play and partially because she just really likes Gwyndolin. Probably on NG+7.

Dirk: Isn't actually very good at Dark Souls even though he keeps playing it. Constantly harried by Hal invading him online, and as such has gotten pretty okay at PvP. Uchigatana all the way, keeps trying to go for cool parries but gets flattened. Though he wants to be a lone wolf, he has much more fun playing with friends.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

cu-wip-osity tag game <3

i'm not apologising for the pun. thank you to the gorgeous @pinksparkl for the tag - your wips all sound absolutely WONDERFUL!! i do hope mine don't disappoint - some of these have been burning in google docs hell for, uh, some time... they're vaguely in order of how recently i looked at them, but it's not exactly perfect lol

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them, and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

easy pickings - the follow-up to resist and elongate. vega and warden being their usual, nauseously-adorable, violently-murderous selves while tying the (metaphorical and literal) knot.

solution euphoria - my beloved companion cube au! i read LAB RAT and i was never the same again. what if vindemiator had stayed to help attack the imperial palace?

kiss the ring - imagine if the solaire house had, like, a jewellery shop underneath it. now imagine vincent and lovely wandering around in there and flirting a bit. it's good isn't it

hold 'em - this is the gavin bondage fic i mentioned the other day! there's a chair, there's some rope, you know the drill. i have a note at the beginning that just says "glasses???", but there's nothing in the actual text that matches with that, so i guess he's wearing glasses of some sort...? idk i'll figure it out

slip of the tongue - ngl this is basically my gavin appreciation document, it's kind of just non-stop kissing for a few thousand words. there's a thin pretense of plot but that's really all it is

captive audience - vega and warden domestic bliss: the fic. this is basically a short side story for easy pickings (above), because i wanted to write this particular scene but it doesn't quite fit. they have breakfast, it's cute, until you remember what they like to eat for breakfast and then it's decidedly less cute and more horrifying.

extracurriculum - i think zo put me up to this? lovely and vincent having some alone time in one of the empty stairwells at DAMN. it's exactly what it sounds like.

thicker than water - ooh i have not looked at this for a WHILE! this is much more violent than i normally go in for, but it's basically vincent and alexis beating each other into the floor for a few thousand words. i guess i was having an off day?

rose and cherry red - believe it or not, i haven't TOTALLY abandoned to the egress! - this is part of that series! it's essentially just sam waxing poetic about his life for a bit, i guess. unfortunately, i'm not great at writing sam and i'm not particularly into him, so it's taking literally forever lmao

hometown hero - i'm sure you're all familiar with @sri-rachaa's wonderful southern siblings au, where sam is lovely's older brother, and this is basically an offshoot of that. oh, family left behind.

out of my head - i think alexis deserves to be olivia newton-john every once in a while. also i was listening to the song and i thought she would like it, so here we are.

technicolour - gavin nolastnamegiven meets 'if i only had a brain' from the wizard of oz. i like to think that he doesn't think he's good enough, and then that thought makes me sad, so this exists to remind me that he IS good enough.

no-pressure tags: @zozo-01 @autisticempathydaemon @romirola @lovelylonerliterature @haradasaya @bicyclepainting 💕💕💕💕💕💕

[bratty-telepath]

Ok ok ok, so, with talk about a desire for a Castle and redacted crossover that the people *rightfully* should want. I wanna throw my hat in the game since my bitch ass basically rambled it all over twitter right to Castle's face so I might as well share the goods with Tumblr. As such, I present…

The Castle/Redacted Crossover AU – a.k.a the Rook AU

Here's the deets about this AU:

As of last night's audio, Darlin•Darren and Castle!SH are the same person in this crossover. Darren's parents had divorced sometime ago and while Darlin was in custody of their dad in Dahlia, his mom adopted Claire back in their hometown. Darren thus frequents between being a Shaw pack member and a Greene Pack member but holds love for Claire and David regardless of their circumstances (they just show it more to Claire cuz sister privileges).

FL and Dear are both online friends who discovered the magical world together and exchange what they both know about it via messages to one another, they both ship each other with their respective speakers to the other's embarrassment. They love each other tho🧡

Celine is William's maker (the discord knows this shit and I'm taking it from there to here). They used to be a thing and Celine turned him after he was on the brink of death(unspecified). That makes her Madame Solaire actually even though William holds the title of king. She loves all the others of the Solaire clan and loves Lovely.

Lasko and Rose both went to DAMN together! Rose attended for a final mandatory year over at DAMN in the same year that Lasko semi-got his shit together and they both were study buddies! Rose moved on from Dahlia but Lasko stayed. They still text each other sometimes tho!

The Shaw and Greene Packs both have avid communication with each other in the fact that Darren is a member of both packs. Asher and Beth have set up a personal communication between them called Beta support that in reality just is a groupchat with Beth, Asher, Beautiful and Baaabe.

David and Claire both work with each other in David providing security for Claire's blood transportation operation and Claire networking with the Shaws and the Solaires to provide vampires in Dahlia with the same resources that Glenwood has. Claire and David also playfully bicker with each other about who has a better beta. Neither have broken the tie.

Darren is dating Sam and Genevieve–best believe the poly goes everywhere with me–Gen and Sam are also dating, they're a throuple and it's cute as hell. Gen also spends time with the Solaires when she can and is besties with Lovely.

You might be thinking about it but no, Quinn and Rachelle don't work together on account of how I've written Quinn in my head. He enjoys the power he gets from being a vampire and with Rachelle's story going on, it seems as though she wants to return to being a human, they both want very different things but have interacted when they need something from each other.

Ranger, Claire and Sadhil•SH do know each but ranger doesn't like Sadhil(they do like each other, they're just rivals) on account that they're very defensive about their territory in Glenwood. Sadhil and Claire did once work on a case together out in Glenwood regarding a previous case where Shifters were believed to have gone rogue. She and Sadhil both teamed up and their dynamic can be summed up to "you're so annoying that I would actually kiss you to shut you up". If you couldn't tell, this is the Milo/SH/Claire/Ranger agenda. They're all shits to Milo and it's cute.

Morgan and Beautiful know each by virtue of their organizations crossing paths with one another a lot. They're both besties who talk about Beth and Seer a lot.

Gavin and Celine know each other from their many travels and they've both met up once or twice and have had lovely conversations about the nature of immortality and their places in the world as it evolves. They're friends :3

That's all for now folks!

[starlitangels]

If you’re new to my blog and are unaware of my extensive AU about the Shaw Pack characters’ children, Click Here!

[purplesurveys]

1844

What did you have for dinner tonight?: It's only 10 AM, but last night we went to Solaire to watch Miss Saigon and we went with an Asian spread. I got bao, rice paper rolls, and pad thai.

If you were given a million dollars, what would you spend it on? I'd keep a good portion of it as savings and not touch it until I'm like, 65; the rest I would give to my parents.

Have you ever cried in front of your parents over a boyfriend or girlfriend?: Nope.

What does your bedroom smell like right now?: Like coffee, I'm guessing.

Have you ever shaved off your eyebrow before?: I've never done that but I did have trichotillomania growing up so I had phases where I was missing chunks of my eyebrows.

Do you want to have a boy or girl whenever you have kids?: Girl.

Your pregnant with twins: What do you name them?: Definitely not similar names like Kaye and Kate as it would only make me more confused haha.

Describe your outfit.: Only in loungewear today as I'm at home, but last night I had on a dark green halter dress that went down to a bit above my knees. It also had a slit on the left leg side. I wore black heels and a small black shoulder bag as well.

What gigabyte is your memory card?: I haven't had a hard drive since high school, even though I know I really should invest in one.

What brand is your digital camera?: I don't own a digicam but damn if those things aren't seeing a resurgence lately. I might be the only one in my age group left who still doesn't have one.

When was the last time you hung out with your best friend?: Angela came over last month just to hang out and have some heart to hearts here and there.

What is a movie you're waiting to see?: I've been meaning to watch The Iron Claw. It's not all the time that a movie centered around wrestling gets to be produced and becomes critically-acclaimed at that, so I'm looking forward to seeing it.

Who was the last person to cook something for you?: Apart from the crew at Solaire lol, my mom.

Do you ever sit and think what if about something?: Sure, I think it's inevitable to come across those thoughts every now and then.

If so, what is it?: It's always very different. Like what if we're one of those families able to migrate, what if Kimi was still alive, what if I chose to be a journalist...there's a million scenarios with a million possibilities and how actively my mind runs I could be thinking about anything.

What’s on tv right now?: My own TV isn't it but I know my sister is watching some streamer play video games in the living room TV.

Do you ever stop and smell the roses?: Sure, if I remember to.

Where do you download music from?: I listen to music on Spotify but never download cause it'd take up so much storage if I were to download all the albums I like.

How many channels do you have on your tv?: Don't really throw around the word 'channels' anymore, but as for apps we have subscriptions to and regularly use it'd be Netflix, YouTube, Disney+, Prime, Apple TV, and quite recently this local sports channel since it's the only one in the country that airs WWE live.

What are you most scared of?: Getting cancer or dementia. < This, but these circumstances happening to my family. I honestly don't think I'd care as much if it happened to me.

If you were given a chance to bring someone back to life, who would you choose?: No one. If it's their time, it's their time; and I don't want to fuck around with grief.

Do you talk to any of your ex boyfriend/girlfriend?: Nope.

If so, which one?:

What is your mom doing right now?: I think she's on her phone just reliving our Miss Saigon experience last night haha. I'm glad she really enjoyed it! She watched the 2000 Manila tour – it was still Lea Salonga playing Kim - and I call out Lea cause she set such a high standard for Kim; and it made me worried that her Gen X self might end up simply comparing the 2024 show to what she watched 24 years ago.

I was happy and relieved it wasn't the case and she had so much fun. As for me my soft spot was hit all evening knowing that she originally watched with my dad, and now she got to watch the play with her three kids.

Are you currently listening to music?: I'm not.

What is the weather like right now?: I mean it's your typical weather in the Philippines in April. Approaching 40C, humid, uncomfortably and nearly painfully hot.

Do you like new music or older music?: I think it's a good mix.

Do you agree that abortion is wrong?: No.

If you could make a law, what would kind of law would you make?: I just wanted to get rid of e-bikes on highways but the government has already been on that so yay hahaha.

What was the last video game you played?: Mario Kart 8 on the Switch.

What is currently going on in the room you're in right now?: Apart from me taking this, noting.

Do you know where your best friend is?: I'm almost certain she is at home as it is still quite early.

Who was the last person to comment you on Facebook?: Angela, I think.

What is your display picture of on Facebook?: Me posing in front of the Impact Arena in Bangkok a few hours before Yoongi's concert.

Do you ever sit and think about the past?: Just occasionally.

If you could relive any moment in time: what would it be?: Let's go with a recent memory – Wrestlemania Sunday with 200 Cody-crazed fans watching the ref count to three.

Are you a talker or a listener?: Listener.

What is one food you will not eat?: Mango.

Do you eat anything now that you never used to eat?: Curry and wasabi.

Have you ever kissed the same sex?: Yes.

When does school start this year?: Haven't been in school since 2020.

What genre of music do you refuse to listen to?: Country. Which is why it's taking me forever to take on Cowboy Carter hahaha.

Do you ever shout for absolutely no reason?: I don't think so. If I scream it's always for a reason lol.

Have you stuck with your new years resolution?: I don't make em.

Do you need to lose any weight right now?: No. If anything I need to gain some. I was well under 100lbs at my last physical exam and the nurses also told me I had low blood pressure which had to do with my weight, so it might be healthiest to gain a few pounds.

What is something you want right now?: I wish I can just stay at home but alas I've been booked the last few days haha. Saturday - Work event Sunday morning - Wrestlemania Saturday Monday morning - Wrestlemania Sunday Tuesday - Miss Saigon Wednesday - Afternoon out with Bea and Kata Thursday & Friday - Work Saturday - Rest Sunday - Work event

Even then it's still kinda hard to be excited about Saturday because I know it's sandwiched between two busy days anyway.

Do you hate when you see teachers in stores?: I don't hate it but I also don't wish for it to happen.

What always puts a smile on your face?: My dogs.

Where can I find you on a Saturday night?: At home with a cup of coffee.

What is the best thing about Sundays?: The free time - for the most part, at least.

What is your music provider (itunes, windows media player): I just use Spotify.

How many songs do you have?: I don't download songs.

When was the last time you had a period?: Two weeks ago.

Why do you think the sky is blue?: Idk.

If you could change the sky to any color which would you choose?: I wouldn't change it. We get different colors already anyway.

Is there anything wrong with you right now?: I mean I'm running on 2 hours of sleep so I don't super particularly feel my best rn but I think I'll manage.

Do you hate when people stare at you?: It bothers me a little bit, yeah.

What always makes you angry, no matter what?: Toddlers throwing a tantrum.

[elkszdmf]

"5.6 Billion Won Jackpot" Teetikul Enters World Ranking 'Top 5'

Gino Thitikul (Thailand), who won $4 million (about 5.6 billion won) by winning the CME Group 다파벳슬롯 Tour Championship in the final round of the LPGA Tour season, ranked fifth in the world. According to the "Weekly World Golf Rankings" released on Monday (Korea time), the Chinese golfer jumped two notches from last week's seventh. 넥스트벳우회주소 While Nelly Korda of the U.S. maintained her unwavering No. 1, In Luo Ning of China and Lydia Ko of New Zealand rose one notch to No. 3. Lilia Bu of the U.S., who came in second, went down to No. 4. Korean players have generally gone down in rankings. Yoo Hae-ran (23) of Daol Financial Group fell from 6th to 7th, and Ko Jin-young (29) of Solaire fell from 9th to 10th. 메이저사이트 Yang Hee-young (35, Keum Securities) remained in 12th place, while Kim Hyo-joo (29, Lotte) ranked 22nd, Shin Ji-ae (36) ranked 29th, and Yoon In-na (21) ranked 30th. Annarin (28, Medihill), who tied for fifth place after four consecutive days in the CME Group Tour Championship, rose 12 notches to 64th place.

[exaltatuss]

"Isn't that a abuse of power?" Of course Ruby removed the mask, now sounding normal again. "And I can see why you care about her so much. She has a nice personality and a pretty curvy body, but..."

Hence Ruby removing the cape and showing what shirt she chose to wear for this particular trip. Even putting an ae

"...but we both know who remains your favorite."

"Nah, pretty sure it isn't." Chione pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "Pretty sure its well within reason though, especially since Solaire got beat up. And with a bit of talk here and there, I can probably up the bounty for it too."

... Okay, that might be somewhat an abuse of power too, but hey, nothing too major.

"... Heh. You're right on those regards." She pointed out, already groping the Rose's ample sized mounds unabashedly.

"Though you kinda sound like you're feeling jealous, hm?" Of course she'd start teasing, too.

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

My analyses and ramblings are to be tagged with #radiant ramblings rotomblr.

This is also my work-in-progress inventory page.

I have:

• Stationery.

• A pink diamond the length of one of my own, relatively long forearms, from Brightness Rochelle of @princesscut-carbink.

• A Perfect Diamond gem about the size of my thumb from Quasar of @rogue-nebula, during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A blue feather, an orange feather, and a green feather, from @swordsofunova (2-6-24)

• A plush Shark whose name is Shivers. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A plush Sylveon named Tali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers. The name is inspired by Barry the Harmonium Bomb, partnered to Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A belt-affixed charge pack for Radianting. I have found that Electric Energy can be used in place of Stormlight. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A Reshiram Pokeshi Doll named Raana (Aon Aan, “Truth, Fact”) made by Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion for Deliberd Day 2023!

• A Reshiram plush whose name is Tanali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers, received from Kittsu of @kittsu-and-company on Deliberd Day 2023!

• A handmade Green Squawkabilly plush named Shauka-Daughter-Shallahi, named after Shauka-Daughter-Hasweth, renowned Shin Logicmaster. Received from @plushanon on January 9, 2024.

• A Crocheted Espurr named Klaus Jr. from Champion Kieran of @not-gonna-lose!

• A Zygarde Pokeshi Doll named Tazia, after Talenel, Patron of Stonewards, carved by Idoli of @ghostlycombee!

• A Great Ball stress ball from the Johto League gift shop, from Maria of @lumenflowered!

• A Pikachu/Jigglypuff hybrid plushie named Jesadon, after Jezerezeh, Herald of Kings, coloured with the hex code ffe1e9, received from Hex Plush anon!

• A Carbink plush named Vedata, after Vedeledev, Herald of Medicine, received for Random Acts of Kindness Day!

• A Luxray plush named Shallahidi that is six inches tall and modeled after my full Luxray form, from @plushanon! (2-18-24)

• A little plush copy of me named Sealahi, (Aon Sea, “Chastity, Faithfulness”) that is six inches tall and based off of my hybrid form, from @plushanon! (2-29-24)

• A little plush of a Sopping Wet Litten named Chashara, after Chanaranach, Herald of the Common Man, received from an anon.

• A plush of Mors, for some reason. It’s very durable, apparently. (It’s since been ripped to shreds.)

• A six-foot-tall Shinx plush named Battani, from Randomly Generated Anon!

• Various forms of currency that I slightly collect on my travels.

• A well sealed jar of dried Skittynip.

• Two small wooden statues, one a Midday Lycanroc, and the other a Snowy Castform, from @sinnohs-eve.

• A sphere-cut gemstone containing a Cryptic (she/her) of some form. She doesn’t have a name yet.

• An hourglass-like device that works like a Slider bubble, from Mystic Anon: “For an hour of contained time, open and flip the hourglass within. Anyone within 3 meters of the orb joins you in time beyond time. When the hourglass empties, it resumes from when you left off as though nothing happened. It takes a week to recharge, and the sands will glow gold once more when ready."

• A roll of duct tape nabbed from Pebbin the Nabber!

• A Pink Plort(?) from a very Far Range, courtesy of Slime Rancher Anon!

• Two weighted blankets (~15lbs each) from Ren Amamiya @chaos-cousins!

• A rather battered copy of Root, a board game, courtesy of @the-craftsman-and-mover.

• An Abomasite from Acer of @yveltalreal!

• A set of strong chewlery from Hybrid Dynamics!

• A Luxray-ear headband, that I wouldn’t be averse to giving away!

• A small plush of Sword!

• The Handstime robotic exoskeleton, built by Quasar @rogue-nebula, that I use in order to have hands of my own.

• A Shinx plushie that Mx. Plush (@plush-anon) gave to me!! Her name is Tshikri!!!

• A bunch of shiny gemstones I convinced Mister Loopy to give me!! (Arséne Lupin III)

• Ten of each Tera Shard, kept in a secure, shielded box.

• A Luxray plush, whom I need to name, made by an alternate Dai.

• A pressurised tank filled with Catness!

• Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. It is a a large shuriken (throwing star) that shrinks into a holding device when not in use. The device can be worn as a gauntlet, or integrated into pre-existing armor. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• TM W24 Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. The user throws a shuriken, dealing damage, which then returns to the user on the second turn, dealing damage to the target again. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• A reverse-voodoo plush of Em.

• A hand-mirror that shows your Shadow or Persona!

FORMERLY OF RESEARCH TEAM BRIDGERUNNERS:

• A plush of myself named Shalon, roughly six inches tall, made and delivered by @plushanon. -Radiant Luxray.

• An itemcrafting kit, with a cauldron, emera dust, glass orbs and lenses, various kinds of sticks, some cloths, and everything else necessary for making basic equipment!

• A set of research tools, including a Connection Lens.

• Two “MILF HUNTER” shirts, one made for Luxray form, the other for hybrid form.

• A plush of myself named Thikir, about the same height, and made and delivered by the same person. -Cryptic Unown O.

• Two Team Bridgerunners badges and scarves.

• The Team Bridgerunners rallying flag. NOTE: No longer in possession; now being used by Scholarly Luxio of Research Team Moonlight.

SECTION END.

A variety of Seeds from the Thunder Continent, including:

• Warp Seeds.

• Joy Seeds.

• Reviver Seeds, both tiny and normal.

• Energy Seeds.

• Life Seeds.

• Stun Seeds.

• Heal Seeds.

• Eyedrop Seeds.

• Totter Seeds.

• Blast Seeds.

• A single Empowerment Seed.

• A device meant to play Journeysong albums from the Thunder Continent.

A variety of Journeysong albums, including:

• Rescue Team DX by Blastfire.

• Explorers of Time, Darkness, and Sky by Floor 98.

• Stormy, Blazing, and Shining Adventure Squad by Thundershock Cipher.

• Gates to Infinity by Tenacious Trepi-dation.

• Super Mystery Dungeon by Voidsnared.

Books, including:

• Various in-depth textbooks on Realmatic Theory and Investitural Mechanics from Silverlight.

• The Words Of Founding, all eighty-plus volumes in compact formats, from Scadarial.

• The entire pentalogy of The Belgariad, by David Eddings, from Quasar of @rogue-nebula during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A set of books on Iuncturology and Mysteriology from the Thunder Continent.

• A set of books on Thunder Continent cultures.

• A set of care guides for planting and growing the specialised Seeds from the Thunder Continent.

• A Comprehensive Guide to Items, by Acacia the Meganium of Team Seedlings, from the world of the Thunder Continent.

A set of influential volumes from Roshar, including:

• The Way of Kings, by Nohadon.

• Words of Radiance, author unknown.

• Oathbringer: My Glory, My Shame, by Dalinar Kholin.

• Rhythm of War, by Navani Kholin and Raboniel.

• Hessi’s Mythica.

Clothing of various sorts, including:

• An Alethi military jacket of Kholin colours that I have made my own with embroidery and pins. It belonged to a member of the Cobalt Guard who I had looked up to. There is a fabric glyphward sewn into the sleeve. Instead of a prayer, it reads: Zeradoreh. Helah. Abara. Kalak. “Stormlight binds (our) family eternally.” A reminder.

• A takama, an Alethi garment that is effectively the same thing as a kilt.

• A havah, a fancy dress, for special occasions.

• A Scadrian mistcoat.

• Various types of casual clothing from this world. Most are from the Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, (12-7-2023).

• My glasses, gold-plated mixed-metal frames with flat lenses. I don’t necessarily need these anymore, but I like wearing them.

• A small amount of various sorts of jewellery, such as hair-combs, hair-pins, necklaces, brooches, bracelets, and rings. Garnet is a running theme in pieces with gemstones.

• Some minor articles of clothing like gloves and scarves, some for humans, some for Pokemon. Several of such items are from the Café et Couturière Violet.

• Various sorts of shoes, sandals, and boots. I particularly like wearing a pair of boots that I bartered off of a former scout-turned-bridgeman. I wonder if he’s still wearing the ones I gave him…

• Work uniforms issued by the Nimbasa City Rail Depot.

• Wayne’s Lucky Hat.

• A fancy hat from Hattie:

• A case of Seolish Soul Stamps of unknown properties.

Names I picked up:

• “Weaver of Light,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Illusionist Trainer,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Lost Lightweaver,” from Igor of the Velvet Pokemon Center.

• “Radiant Luxray,” from a certain Hoppip from the Thunder Continent.

• “Cryptic Unown O,” from a certain Piplup from the Thunder Continent.

Hello! Sorry about the roughness of my blog, I mostly just used this one for lurking before I ever thought to get in on anything.

I’m Shallahi, I’m… around… Nanish-er, that’s 20 years old, I think? (Years, months, days, and hours are different where I’m from.) I’m human, Thaylen/Alethi, but I have longer eyebrows than most half-Thayleni. (Yes, long eyebrows is a weird thing here. I tend to wear them over my ears, if that’s a good image to use as a metric.) I’m from Kharbranth, also known as the City of Bells. I’m a Knight Radiant (something like a “Champion” for a smaller, less powerful being. I’m of the Sixth Order, a Lightweaver), a Worldhopper (a “Faller” with more agency in where they go, basically), a collector of stories and knowledge and a lover of food and adventure!

I use she/her, and by your standards of gender, I would be transfeminine. (I transitioned by accidentally taking in an entire lamp’s worth of Stormlight, so no need to worry about HRT access, thank goodness. It’s such a shame that others can’t just breathe in magic and—poof! Be properly aligned to their Spiritual aspect.)

I may say words that don’t make sense to you, or don’t fit in the context you’d use them in, that’s just a consequence of the mixing of my own vocabulary and knowledge that I took with me here, me learning new words and assuming their meaning, and the Connection tricks I use to help learn new languages.

I said I was a Worldhopper earlier; don’t worry, while yes I might steal away to Scadarial or elsewhere for a bit, I’m making this world with weak storms, static grass, and colourful fluffy creatures my home. Like Shinovar but with more colour and less ksenophobia!

Now for you, Snowflake!

Mmmmm…

Ah! I am called “Snowflake” or “Snowy,” (She/Her) and I am a Patternspren or Crypticspren. A spren is… mmmm… a small fragment of a God. Not your gods, mind you. I am bonded to Shallahi, who you have already heard from. This world is strange to us. There is no Shadesmar, no Cognitive Realm that we could find. This means that I am just a Pattern on a dress or other form of clothing. I am dictating my words to Shallahi. Mmm… unfeminine. (SH: Don’t listen to that stupid old book, it’s full of lies.) I like lies. You know this. (SH: Then why let those lies dictate your life?) Mmm… I am called Snowflake because that is how my Pattern looks. This is everything I can think to say.

I’m also partnered with three Pokemon:

• Svirak-Daughter-None, a Squackabilly (She/Her).

• Zeradin, a Blitzle (They/He).

• Zan, a Dwebble (He/Him).

//No proshippers, no TERFs, no NSFW stuff. I don’t really want drama, I just want to have fun. Oh, yeah, also, POTENTIAL COSMERE SPOILERS!

[thevoilinauttheory]

Day 24: Travel

[ Solaire and Ashe enjoy traveling the the world when they can, but their favorite place to travel to and explore is Yanxia. Solaire typically brings along canvases and paints to paint scenery during their stays. ]

[haradasaya]

WIP WEDNESDAY BABEY

Hello, tis I, Saya, back from hell

It's been entirely too long since I've done one of these, so I figured I'd get back into it with the literal first thing that I've written in ages lmao

DISCLAIMER:

This is a Fantasy AU with Vincent and Lovely as protags — Sam and Darlin are also in it — so is William — and Adam — It is inspired by Swan Lake, and another audio script with a similar theme written by LupinScripts, so please don't come after me if you see similarities lol it was a huge inspiration for me — THIS IS A M/F VERSION BUT I WILL HAVE A M/A VERSION WHEN I RELEASE THE WHOLE FIC ON AO3 —

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@epsi-l0n @sri-rachaa @halscafe @ashs-stars @palilious

Without Further Adieu, here is Saya's Swan Lake: a Tale of Vincent and Lovely

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Vincent pushed open the doors into the throne room, his monarch seated upon the gold throne of the kingdom of Solaire, his glasses perched low over his nose as he spoke with another noble of their court. Vincent’s shoes clicked in rhythm as he strode towards his king, and when William finally saw him, he ushered away the man he had been speaking to. Vincent stood at attention before his father, hand pressed in a fist over his heart to salute him. 

“William, you called for me?”

The king rose from his throne, stepping down the few stairs before the throne to stand eye to eye with his son. “Ah, my boy. Yes, I did. Would you please take a seat with me at our table?”

Vincent moved towards the chairs at the war table within the throne room, and sat across from William, hesitant about what his monarch would need him for so urgently. “What can I do for you?”

William took off his glasses slowly, setting them on the table in such a way that conveyed his emotion greater than his words. “How have you been lately? Keeping up with your duties I presume?”

Vincent forced a smile, unsure of how that question would relate to whatever his king had summoned him for. “I have been well, sire. Attending to many of the royal inquiries and training with the knights has certainly taken up much of my time and attention.”

“Good, good;” Was all William said, his hand coming to his chin in thought.

“Does something trouble you, my Lord?” Vincent asked, eager to be of help to his Master in any way that he could. 

“No no, nothing troubles me. I simply… well. I believe there is something that we need to speak about.”

Vincent sat forward in his chair. “Go on.”

William sighed. “Well you see, I am growing old in years. I knew that a time would come when I would need to pass the crown onto you, but I had hoped that there would simply be more time. Alas, time does not cease, even for those who would wish it so. I believe now is the time that I must begin preparing you to take on the role to which you have been born, and as such, there are things of you which I require.”

Vincent sat back in his chair, spine completely vertical as he had been taught—because for some reason, Vincent felt as though this conversation was less of a talk from father to son, and more from King to Prince. 

“Given the circumstances of your situation, I feel as though we have been more than patient in grieving with you after your loss: but enough time has now passed that I believe you are ready to begin taking the next steps towards receiving your crown.”

“Please William, speak plainly with me.”

The monarch sighed again, righting himself in his chair and bringing his icy gaze to meet his son’s. “In four days time, I am hosting a ball here in the castle. Of the eligible ladies invited, you are to choose a bride to take the crown with you during your coronation in one week.”

Vincent’s eyes shot wide, his mouth moving to his defense, but William raised his hand to stop him, knowing his son all too well. “This is her family’s will as much as it is my own. Vincent, I know that you loved her dearly, but it is time to let her go. All this grieving has done nothing but drive you away—from me, from your kingdom, and most of all, from your duty. You are still the crown prince of the Solaire Kingdom, and you still have a duty to fulfill.”

“Well, I—” he stuttered, still completely unable to form a thought in reply. Was he really being asked to move on from what had happened like it was nothing? Like the loss of his one true love was something that a measly year could recover? “What if I refuse?” 

“You will not,” was William’s reply, “You will be king, and you will have a queen by your side when you are crowned.”

“Then I do not want the crown!” Vincent said angrily, rising from his chair. “Father, how can you ask such a thing of me?”

His father shook his head, not out of anger but out of another emotion that Vincent couldn’t read. “My son, it does not please me to ask such a thing of you—not when the wounds of your loss are still so deep. When I lost your mother…”

Vincent bit his tongue so hard it bled, the metallic taste in his mouth only adding to the bitterness that he felt. William knew that speaking of his wife and the mother of their child was the quickest way to silencing him, as Vincent had loved her so dearly. When she fell ill, it was as if the whole world had come crumbling down around them both, losing the little light and warmth that was so easily lost in the life of a royal. And now, though Vincent would never speak the words aloud, he despised his father for seeming to use her to make his point.

“Well, as I stated before; time goes on. Duties to your kingdom must be fulfilled and order must still be maintained.”

[softredrobin]

ren's redacted hand series - vincent

So I finally got here... Sorry it took so long. Besides the amount of art I was doing for non-redactedverse things, These hands were by far the most complex with the patterns, and I put more deliberation into the poses, flowers, and quotes than I have for any of the previous sets. I also cried at least twice while working on them. Here we are, finally!

The first of them all, Dahlia's Vampire Prince, Vincent Solaire.

These quotes are from Flirty Vampire Talks You Through the Aftermath (37:52) and from Inversion | The Void They Leave Behind (31:42) Sorry not sorry? It's an important one...

You know what's below the cut.

These four flowers:

Angel's Trumpet: vivacity, vibrance

Smilax: loveliness

Ambrosia: love is reciprocated

Rose (red): true love

Rose (blue): mystery, attaining the impossible, love at first sight

To start, angel's trumpet. While it had the meanings listed, it also can mean danger. Lovely, as a Listener, has been through so much shit, and come out stronger for it. Angel's trumpets are Lovely's signature flower, to me.

Smilax is very straightforward! Smilax...actually isn't really a flower? It's a berry, and it's usually used as greenery or filler in bouquets. But I couldn't pass it up! Sometimes the obvious choice is the right one.

Ambrosia is actually one I saved for these two! It is a little reference to Seduced and Bitten by a Flirty Vampire in Your Bed, where Vincent literally uses the word "ambrosia" to describe Lovely's blood. For a spicy feeding video, that one has quite a few tender quotes which I considered.

Like with Gavin, roses are a flower I associate heavily with Vincent. It's the classic romance sort of thing, you know? Red roses for true love, because let's be real... if Vincent and Lovely aren't true love, who is? Blue is a bit more complex: mystery for Lovely's disbelief in Vincent's vampirism, attaining the impossible for Lovely's latency and later Turning. Love at first sight gets complicated - I actually do not see these two as a love-at-first-sight kind of pairing. However, they are a connection-at-first-sight pairing (maybe even an infatuation-at-first-sight?).

There's not much for me to say about the hand positions, but I will tell you that the second one (the eternity quote) is actually referenced from about Five Million images of couples holding hands while sleeping. If you thought it looked looser than most, congrats! You're right, cuz it is. Vincent has three (three!) sleep aid videos - and yes, I'm counting the nightmare comfort as a sleep aid, because I absolutely have it on my sleep aid playlist.

Vincent was, to absolutely no one's surprise (since I'm pretty sure this is fairly common), my introduction to Redacted ASMR. I actually started with getting Flirty Vampire Talks You Through the Aftermath in my recommended, and then immediately went to Sadistic Vampire and Flirty Vampire Fight Over You in order to figure out what this was the "Aftermath" of. That video has a special place in my heart and not just because it's Sam's first ever appearance and I was really happy to use a quote from it here.

That said, sorry but not sorry for using an Inversion video. I consider that quote to be the most emotional and impactful of Vincent and Lovely's story so far, and I had to include it.

Now, both of these quotes by themselves are fantastic. However, together, I think they give something a little more. These quotes are both pieces of Lovely's transformation from one empowered to the next - from latent to awakened electro-energetic, and from electro-energetic to vampire. Lovely's character arc is about hardship, perseverance, recovery, and the people who are there to help you through it... Lovely and Vincent's story means a lot to me, and while I'm saddened at the circumstances of this latest transition, I'm excited to follow along through the next chapter of their story.

I'd do notable quotes but there are... a lot of them. So I won't. If you've read this far, thank you for reading through my ramblings! I know I said a lot. I put a lot of careful consideration into this set, so the rambles...reflect that. :-)

[hhoneyglasss]

bloodstream

notes: howdy!! here’s the alexis ver. of this lil’ mini series i’m doing! i’ll probs get the tank one for sam out by tmrw. also, i wanted to mention that this mini series (and specifically the alexis ver.) was inspired by this fanfic i saw on ao3!!! pls go check it out, it’s amazing and their writing is stunning!!

link to ao3 fanfic mentioned ((written by @gingerbreadmonsters here on tumblr!!))

pairings: past vague relationship with alexis & sam, present romantic relationship with darlin’ & sam

pov: alexis — third person limited

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46426420

!!! TWs {{these begin under the cut}} !!! obsession, slightly graphic description of violence, & a lot of blood is mentioned, even if it’s just for figurative language. ((pls let me know if i missed any!!))

hope u enjoy.

Alexis Solaire is in love with Sam Collins.

It’s the kind of love that you think it is, too— the kind that buries its claws so deep into you that the boundaries between you and it are blurred beyond recognition. Now even after fifteen years, Alexis couldn’t find the line that separated her and her undying love for Sam anymore.

But it’s not like she’s been trying to look for it, anyways.

She hasn’t been able to get him off her mind since the night she turned him, and believe her, she’s tried everything. The shadows of him are always lingering in her subconscious no matter how hard she tries to blow them away. The part of her that was consumed by Sam when she turned him seemed to melt ever so slowly, spreading throughout her until every aspect of his being flowed through her bloodstream.

Instead of making amends herself, Alexis waited. She sat atop her throne smothered in his blood, awaiting the day he found his forgiveness and came running back to her, just like she knew he always would.

She had imagined it more times than she could count; her welcoming him back with open arms and them both living an eternity together. The thought always made a smile tug at her usual neutrality, the crimson flecks in her irises glittering.

Alexis bided her time and kept her impatience at bay, allowing Sam the time he needed to realize that he belonged with her. Even as the weeks, months, and years went by, she still waited for him. No matter how many times the flowers bloomed and the leaves fell, she’d be sitting there, anticipating his return.

But her rose-tinted lenses seemed to shatter as Sam walked into a clan meeting one night with a Shifter around his arm. Her crimson crown toppled from off her head and clattered onto the floor, shattering into bloody fragments as she finally stood up from off her throne.

Jealousy took no time to grab her by the throat and force the air out of her lungs, whispering to her that he’s found someone else, that he’s forgotten about her. Her fangs ached in her mouth, begging for release so she could pounce onto that wretched wolf and rip them apart, limb from limb.

Alexis didn’t understand. What did this wolf have that she didn’t? Alexis had always promised Sam the world if he asked for it— she’d kill for him if need be. She vowed herself to him for the rest of her immortal days; she’d devote her entire life to him if that’s what he wanted.

So why them?

Alexis had run out of Wonderworld, ignoring her maker’s orders to come back as she leapt away. She sprinted until she felt like her legs would break and her lungs would burst, collapsing onto the ground in a messy heap. She laid on her back and looked up at the sky, cursing whatever malevolent deity had looked down on her and divined that she wasn’t worthy of Sam’s love. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she bathed in the moon’s glow, quiet sobs whisked away in the cool wind of the night.

She tried to tell herself that this would end, that this fling he had with this wolf would eventually lead to disaster. From what she’s heard of them, tragedy seemed to follow them wherever they went, so what made Sam any different? Alexis promised she would be there for him when the dust from their destruction settled, convincing herself that he would finally realize where he belonged.

But month after month, nothing seemed to change. The care he felt for them finally blossomed into love, and that mutt began referring to him as their ‘mate’. She watched as he smiled widely whenever they walked into the room, and realized she had never been able to make his eyes light up in the way they could.

Regret, envy, and anger tore itself through her every time she felt his heartbeat pick up from just their presence. It sliced at her core as she felt his love for them burn her like sunlight splashing itself on her skin.

And she tried to control her feelings, she really did. She told herself that her behavior was unbecoming for the princess that she was.

And so it goes— Alexis continued to keep to herself, a stone face beginning to match the cold rock freezing her heart solid. She grew more and more impassive each day, but she hadn’t given up yet.

Alexis reclaimed her place on her bloody throne and reconstructed her crown, waiting for the right moment to make her move. She didn’t care if she had to wait decades, centuries, or millenia for it.

We all know what the stories say— the princess always wins against the big bad wolf.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

ivory tower

or: the tale of vincent and lovely, as written in blood with a shiny silver fountain pen.

reprinted from a strange book of fairytales, donated by an anonymous source. gn!reader, fairytale fluff, no content warnings. major spoilers for all parts of vincent and lovely’s storyline up to and including april 2022 (“your vampire … about feeding”), plus a few extra little details from me. the course of true love never did run smooth. vincent finding his happy ending in 5000 words or less.

once upon a time, there was a handsome prince.

the prince lived with his father, the king, in a great palace that stretched high into the sky. the palace was renowned for its beautiful gardens and jewel-tipped spires, and the tallest tower was so tall that it could be seen by all the people of the land.

the people loved their king, and their prince as well, for the king had ruled justly for many years and ensured peace and prosperity throughout his domain. indeed, the royal family was much beloved across the realm, and even the people of the neighbouring kingdoms thought fondly of the good king and his son.

the prince’s life was very good, and he spent his days doing all of the things that princes of his age were supposed to do - mingling with the lords and ladies of the kingdom, helping his father manage his many lands, enjoying himself with all the pleasures and luxuries of high society.

and so, the years went by without a trace. the sun rose and set, the king ruled justly, and the kingdom prospered.

and through it all, through the many long years, vincent solaire was unhappy.

“vincent? you there?”

sam’s voice. is he really back already?

“thought you were keepin’ watch tonight. everything alright?” he’s too kind. vincent’s fuse has been shorter than usual lately, and he can’t quite figure out why. even alexis has started to comment on it, and considering how famous her delightful temperament is, that’s definitely a bad sign.

“yeah, it’s fine. i was just about to head out.”

he scoops his car keys off the coffee table and walks over to the door to get his jacket. he’s only on patrol for a few hours - when he’s done, he’ll head straight to the bar downtown, the one with the inchoate bartender. maybe that will fix him.

“see you later, yeah?” actually, maybe he ought to go back to that new place a few blocks further down instead. the air elemental behind the bar in there doesn’t do as good a peach daiquiri, but unlike the other bartender, he doesn’t know that vincent’s been out drinking almost every night this week. if he’s honest, it doesn’t really matter where he goes - there’s always someone (or two, or five) who wants to have some fun. he’ll be able to satiate all of his thirsts at once.

he doesn’t shut the door behind him, too busy thinking about the night ahead. 

sam watches him leave, a single shadow passing under the looming, twisted remains of SURGE, and he doesn’t say a word.

-

the prince, you see, had been very lonely for a very long time.

unbeknownst to many, the royal family possessed a special sort of magic, passed down through blood, which granted its bearer many strange and mystical powers. one of these powers was life and youth everlasting, and while many considered it a blessing, the prince saw it as his greatest curse. 

he had his father, but the king was a busy man, and the prince often felt as though his father regretted having a son who was as unhappy as he. his elder sister, the king’s first child and the princess of the realm, was far more spirited and headstrong - the two siblings quarrelled often, and every time, the prince longed for her true companionship, rather than her ire.

he was amiable enough among the nobility, liking to spend time with his close companion, a stern but kind duke who had grown up in a kingdom to the south and shared the gift of immortal life, and whom the prince considered to be a brother to him. the duke’s friendship was treasured greatly by the prince, yet it was not enough to soothe the aching in his heart.

for many years, the prince wandered the halls of his father’s great palace, with neither aim nor purpose. nothing could satisfy his restlessness - not magnificent feasts, or splendid dances, or lavish gifts. there was simply no passion in the unhappy prince, and his days passed with no event or distinction.

doomed to an eternity of solitude, he saw no purpose in his life, and envied the people outside of the castle for their short but happy lives. every day, as was his custom, he would journey to the top of the tallest tower, and gaze from the jewel-encrusted windowsill at the world moving on without him.

however, all of this ended on an warm night in the middle of autumn, when the prince’s life would be changed forever.

he had been walking in the palace gardens, half-heartedly admiring the fountains, when he turned the corner to see a figure in the middle of the path. this was highly unusual, as the gardens were forbidden to visitors without an official escort, and the silhouette was not that of a servant or a guard. 

the figure did not notice him, and as he stepped forward it became clear that they were staring up at the palace in wonder. he approached the stranger, and upon speaking to them, realised that they did not recognise him as the prince of the realm.

the figure was a traveller, who lived in a faraway part of the kingdom, and who had come after hearing rumours of the strange, ethereal beauty of the wonderful palace, but had become hopelessly lost on their way. they had seen the jewelled tip of the tallest tower sparkling in the moonlight, and in their haste to reach the gates of the palace, had accidentally entered the gardens through an unlocked side gate.

the prince was fascinated by the traveller, and by their earnest nature and great beauty. not knowing who he was, the traveller spoke plainly to him, and the prince was overcome with joy at the thought of having a friend with whom he could speak freely, and who honestly enjoyed his company.

alas, he could hear the palace guards patrolling nearby, and knew that his time with the lovely traveller would be cut short. the prince hurried the traveller back to the gate which they had entered from, and told them to return to their lodgings for the night.

he asked for their name, which they gave, and told them that he would soon come to see them, if they would only have patience.

the traveller nodded and quickly departed, and the prince was left standing in the silent gardens, smiling to himself in the jewel-coloured moonlight.

“lovely, your timer’s going!”

“okay, coming!” you come running out of the bedroom, half-dressed and still damp from the shower, straight to the counter to grab your oven gloves. will is coming over for tea and a chat this afternoon, and you’ve been busy getting everything ready - including making things to snack on, despite the fact that you’re the only one who actually needs to eat.

(he’s told you a thousand times that will literally could not care less, and he’d be just as happy talking shit with you in the mcdonald’s down by the roundabout, but you always insist on making an effort.)

(he’s under strict instruction not to tell anyone, but will’s taken to calling you his favourite progeny - vincent’s a teeny bit jealous, seeing as that’s normally his title, but honestly? he doesn’t blame the old man. the whole clan loves you if he’s honest, the precious human darling of the solaire clan, and he’s so incredibly lucky to have the honour of being with you.)

while he’s distracted, you nudge him out of the way with your hip so you can put the muffin tin on the cooling rack. you’ve made jam tarts, and while the jam is positively molten at the moment, he’s sure they’ll be delicious once they’ve cooled down a bit. he’ll try and steal one when you’re not looking, even though he knows that somehow you’ll notice and smack him with the tea towel.

(sam’s really the one who likes your jam tarts the best, even though he’s busy today and can’t come. vincent suspects that it’s mostly because of some sort of ironic blood/jam comparison, but he can’t lie - it is quite funny seeing sam panic because he’s got jam all over his hands and he can’t find a tissue anywhere.)

“don’t think i don’t see you! they’re hot!”

“come on, lovely, he won’t notice one missi- ow! hey, okay, okay, i’m not touching!” 

foiled again… how do you always know? he plucks the tea towel out of your hand and turns your chin gently with his fingertips, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose as you turn the oven off.

“you’re a lost cause, mr solaire.” he can hear your smile as you say it, and it makes his undead heart race.

“oh, i’m well aware, little one. how about a kiss for this incorrigible knave of hearts then?”

you pull him closer with sticky, jam-covered fingers, and neither of you says anything for a little while.

-

the prince and his traveller came to know one another well, and very soon they had fallen in love. the prince would visit the traveller almost every day, and before long the whole palace had heard about his lovely companion. 

his father was especially pleased, as he had seen how desperately miserable his son had become, but had been unable to free him from the loneliness that had gripped him. it did not matter to him that the traveller was not of noble blood, or that they had known nothing of his son’s status - indeed, the king and the traveller both enjoyed the company of the other greatly, and quickly bonded over their shared affection for the prince.

for a short while, all was well for the unhappy prince. his traveller love helped him to rediscover the joy that his life had lacked, and much to the prince’s excitement, his darling and his brother the duke quickly became fast friends.

unfortunately, a dark shadow soon fell upon the lives of the prince and his love.

one evening, after the prince had departed from the traveller’s lodgings and set off for the palace, a strange man snuck into the traveller’s room and stole them away to a secret place he had prepared, intent on keeping them as his prisoner.

this thief was in fact one of the prince’s retainers, a secretly wicked and sadistic man who had overheard his moonlit meeting with the traveller and coveted their sweet smile for himself. his secret chamber was in fact an abandoned cell underneath the east wing of the palace, freezing cold and with no hope of being discovered.

the prince was distraught when he returned to the traveller’s rooms the next morning, and though he, his brother the duke, and all of the palace guards searched high and low, the traveller was nowhere to be found.

the traveller wept and despaired, far below the earth, and shouted desperately for the prince to save them. but the thief was cruel and revelled in their screams, and kept them as his prisoner while he partook in his despicable fantasy.

terrified and alone, the traveller knew that they could not be saved by even their beloved prince, hidden as they were. as the thief taunted them, their fury grew and grew until it overflowed from their very being, and this power broke them free of the thief’s restraints and wounded the wicked man until he was helpless to attack them.

the traveller was very frightened, not understanding the strange power that had arisen within them.

miraculously, the prince had been pacing frantically in the east wing just overhead, and had heard the commotion - he rushed to his lover’s aid, and when he saw the thief cowering against the wall, the prince did not hesitate to draw his sword and remove his vile head from his body.

he took his darling into his arms, and saw that their lovely face was filled with fear. he explained to them the power that had saved them - unbeknownst to anyone, they had possessed since birth the gift of the arcane arts, and the blessing of lightning in their blood had protected them from evil.

as the prince held his traveller love, he swore that harm would never come to them again, for as long as he lived.

“have you seen my magical history textbook anywhere?”

“uh, i think it’s i-”

“never mind, i found it!”

exams are coming up, which means that you and vincent have spent most of the last few days drowning in textbooks, revision guides, and practice papers. the kitchen table has barely been visible for the last two days, covered in notebooks and empty coffee cups, and vincent’s thoroughly fed up with the whole thing.

he looks up from his laptop to see you rifling through an abandoned pile of papers, history textbook cradled in the crook of your elbow, and decides that enough is enough.

“that’s it. you’re coming with me.”

you stare at him, half out of his chair and gulping down the rest of his (once-warm) coffee. “but we have t-”

“nope,” vincent declares as he ushers you over onto the sofa, “we’ve done plenty of that for the weekend. you are going to sit there and turn on the tv while i get the blankets from over there, and then i am going to utterly destroy you at mario kart.”

well, you’ve never been able to turn down a challenge like that. “bring it on, lover boy. it looks like you’ve forgotten how last time ended-”

“no no no, the only reason i got hit by that green shell was because somebody got a little bit competitive and accidentally gave me a static shock just as i was about t-”

this goes on for about ten minutes before either of you remember you were actually supposed to be playing the game, work all but forgotten, and vincent does not, in fact, totally destroy you.

(the convenient elbow to his side just before he launches a blue shell at you has nothing to do with it.)

-

and so, the unhappy prince found peace with his traveller once again, even after the terrible ordeal that the cruel thief had inflicted upon them. the lovely traveller began in earnest to study the arcane arts, and soon discovered the vastness and wondrousness of the mysterious power within them. 

the prince, ever devoted to his love, vowed to assist them in their studies in any way that he could - the pair could often be found within the palace library, discussing at length the many tomes and manuscripts that were held there, or rushing about the halls of the royal academy of the arcane arts.

at first, the magic was strange and alarming to the traveller, who had never encountered such forces in the world. but they were patient and dedicated, and through their efforts came to love the lightning inside of them, for not only its power but the comfort it brought to them also.

however, for all their kindness and their love for one another, neither the traveller nor the prince were to know about the terrible tragedy that would befall them in the coming months.

the time soon came for the great contest between kingdoms. every year, a meeting was held at which the finest practitioners of magic would compete for the entertainment of the people, where they would demonstrate their arcane mastery and the strength of their convictions in the name of their realm. 

this year, the competition was to be held in the great arena of the neighbouring kingdom to the prince’s own. the traveller heard of this competition, and although they longed to display the immense magical power that they had learnt to embrace, they were afraid that all of their talents would pale in comparison to those who had studied far longer than they.

the prince soon comforted them, assuring them of his support, and the lovely traveller’s talents allowed them to quickly be accepted into the great contest.

busy as he was, the king could not leave his realm to join his son and his darling traveller on their journey to the competition. but before they set out, he took them both into his arms and kissed them on both cheeks, and wished the traveller well in their endeavours.

the prince’s friend, the southern duke, also accompanied the pair - he was trusted greatly by both as a loyal friend, and it brought the brave traveller much joy to know that they had found true companionship among the prince’s family.

when the three arrived, the arena was filled with skilled magicians from kingdoms far and wide. the prince and the duke were taken to a special viewing box for the representatives of their kingdom, and although he longed to be with his love in the moments before they competed, the prince’s faith in his traveller’s vast power and resolve kept him steady. 

“max amperage contestants are called to zone 1. that’s all max amperage contestants, please make your way to zone number 1. the category will begin shortly.”

the tunnels underneath the arena are packed with contestants, and it’s honestly a little intimidating - you can’t go five steps without bumping into another nervous earth elemental, or overconfident sonic energetic, or exhausted freelancer.

the other members of the DAMN electro team are occupying most of the corridor to your right, and the ones that are about to compete with you are still warming up by the wall. you’ve finished with your warmup, not wanting to exert yourself too much before the actual competition, but now the nerves are starting to set in and it's freaking you out a bit.

“all contestants for magnetics categories, please stand by. that’s all magnetics contestants, please stand by.”

the floor and walls are all made of that hard, smooth linoleum stuff that looks all bright and colourful, and even though it’s nice and cool against your back where you’re leaning on it, it’s unfortunately good for amplifying the sounds of chatter and excitement in the corridors. it’s all a bit overwhelming - the lights, the noise, the heat of the crowded tunnel, and you take a hurried swig of water before rushing after the DAMN electro squad captain towards the zone 1 waiting area.

the sunlight blinds you for a moment, but the air is cool compared to the tacky closeness of the tunnels, and it feels good to finally be out in the arena proper. the squad captain is giving a last-minute pep talk, and you peel off your (delightfully soft, it has to be said) squad jacket while she’s talking.

the sun is warm on your skin, and you take a moment to breathe, feeling a little bit like a solar-powered battery.

it feels even better when you turn around and look up to spot the conspicuously dark viewing box overhead. you can’t see inside, but you plaster on a big grin and wave enthusiastically at the windows. somehow, knowing that there’s probably an overexcited vampire leaning up against the glass and recording every minute on his phone to take home and show william, you don’t feel as frightened any more.

-

the lovely traveller was soon called to stand in the centre of the great arena, and reveal their powers before the crowd. steeling their courage, the traveller summoned all of the lightning they could muster, and cast it into the air with a mighty yell - all those who saw it were amazed at the raw power of the traveller, and despite fierce competition they were declared the second-place champion of their art.

the prince was filled to the brim with pride at the sight of his sweet traveller, and as soon as they stumbled from the circle to reach him, he kissed them deeply and praised them at length for their performance. the duke, too, was highly impressed, and offered his sincere congratulations also. 

the traveller was called back to the centre of the arena to receive their medal, and the prince and the duke gazed proudly down at the stage from their faraway box. it seemed, for one shining moment, that all would be well for the traveller and their prince.

all at once, a wave of darkness engulfed the arena, obscuring the sky in such a way that the sunlight struggled to reach the ground. the earth shook with a mighty tremble, and the sky above the arena tore open to reveal a black, unnatural void. the crowd panicked, terrified, and hurried to escape, but the arena had been sealed shut with dark magic, and they could not break free. from the great tear in the sky, a plague of terrifying creatures with the faces of monsters and the powers of death descended upon the arena with a fearsome screech.

the prince and the duke drew their swords, and joined the royal guards of the host kingdom as they rushed to the aid of the frantic crowds. they fought valiantly and saved a great many people, but the prince’s mind was consumed with thoughts of his traveller, and despite their arcane skill he could not help but fear for them.

when he reached the traveller, they were exhausted, having defended those around them from the wicked monsters with their powers of lightning. he spurred them on, and they battled side-by-side as best they could, but the demons from the sky were fierce and refused to die - the pair knew that they would soon be overwhelmed.

one of the horrible beasts leapt at the prince and began to attack him, but before its vile claws could pierce his flesh, the traveller - in their true love for the prince - used their last burst of energy to strike the creature with lightning and rip it from his body. 

the prince turned to thank them, but before he could speak, a second beast appeared unseen, and grasped the defenceless traveller in its demonic fist. the traveller struggled, but the monster was too strong, and dealt the traveller a devastating blow as the prince drove his sword through its wicked heart, killing it for good.

the prince knelt beside his bloodied traveller, and wept with despair when he saw the fatal wound that had befallen them - the duke, hearing the prince’s cry, hurried to his side.

the prince held his lover’s body close, begging them to stay alive and by his side, as the duke realised what would have to be done.

“lovely, i know you can’t hear me.”

“lovely, i’m so sorry.”

“i love you more than anything in the world, and i hate that i had to do this to you. my lovely, you didn’t deserve this. you didn’t deserve to be turned like me, dying in the dirt, in pain and afraid.”

“you’re safe, now. we’re at home, in our bed. the blood is taking, and your body’s reacting to the change. all you have to do now is sleep.”

“i couldn’t let you die.”

“sam is safe, and he’s with his wolf at his house. will knows about us, and he’s ready to help when the time comes. the clan is with you, lovely, and they love you too.”

“i will move heaven and earth for you, and you will never be afraid again.”

“i swear it on my life. every everlasting day of it.”

-

the traveller awoke, and while they were sleeping, the world had changed around them.

the tearful prince was there at their bedside, and explained what had happened as he took them into his arms, grateful for their survival.

the dark magic that had sealed the gates and released the demons upon the arena was the work of an evil clan of assassins, who sought only to spread destruction and grief across the land. the seal had been broken and the creatures vanquished by a vast crowd of good magicians, who had seen the chaos from across the city, but the devastation had been great and many had already lost their lives.

the traveller’s wounds had been fatal, and they had come within a whisper of death. but the prince, in his desperation, had called upon the ancient magics of the royal family to save them, as he could not lose his love so soon.

the magic had saved their life, but in order to do so, it had taken the blessing of lighting from their blood, and replaced it with its own mysterious power. they would live eternally, like the prince, but the lightning inside them that they loved so much would forever be weak and pale, never to return to its former splendour.

the lovely traveller was distraught, and screamed aloud in frustration at the unfairness of it all - the prince let them grieve the life they had wanted, and vowed that even if it broke his heart, he would let the traveller leave him forever if they could not bear the sight of him, the man who had forced eternity upon them.

they did not force the prince to leave, or demand that he apologise. the traveller knew that he had acted out of love, and that this course had been the only way to preserve their life. they knew this, and they did not blame him, for they loved him still.

the traveller had only one request, and the prince saw it done immediately - he carried them to sit by the window, and all at once they saw that they were atop the tallest tower of the palace, watching the world move on before them.

the jewelled windowsill sparkled in the light, and the sweet traveller thought only of that first, moonlit meeting - that secret moment in the palace garden when their life had changed forever.

the prince, too, thought of that moment, and as the lovers cried in their embrace, the world outside could not hear them. they were too far away.

"holy f- lovely, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days!"

you give him that stupidly adorable fake-pout, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the laughter that keeps slipping out.  "can we even get those any more?"

he's… actually, he has no idea. "well, not that i've heard of - but i might be the first!"

you’ve been getting used to your new body and its senses, which is objectively good news, except for the part where you can now successfully surprise vincent and scare him half to death. he’s used to being able to hear you coming, what with his senses being much sharper than yours, but now you can hear and see just as well - it makes it a lot easier to sneak up on him when he’s distracted.

you’ve been using this power for evil, and while vincent’s convinced that he’s going to die of fear one of these days if you scare him while he’s brushing his teeth again, he’s glad that you’ve been able to find some levity in your new life.

“oh, poor baby. let me kiss it better?” 

“well, i suppose it couldn’t hurt - or at least it shouldn’t when baby vampires keep their fangs to themselves…” he’s not going to let you forget that - you’d got a bit too excited about kissing him, and nearly put your fangs right through his tongue before he’d pulled you away by the scruff of the neck like an unruly cat.

“look, that was one time- don’t tell me you didn’t do that the first time you kissed someone when you were like this!”

he grimaces, remembering the poor elemental who’s lip he’d had to heal during an especially exciting night out in the months after he’d been turned. “touché, lovely. it’s true, you’re not the first to have teething problems.”

“exactly. now, are you going to let me kiss you, or do i have to scare you again?”

unsurprisingly, vincent chooses the former option.

-

and so, the unhappy prince and his lovely traveller’s lives were changed forever. the traveller came to live in the palace with their new family, and the king rejoiced to see that his son had found a companion to share his immortal life with.

the duke, too, was filled with delight at the fortune that had befallen his brother the prince, despite the heavy cost, and he remained a steady friend to the pair for as long as they would live.

it was not long before news was spread across the many kingdoms of the wedding of the prince and the traveller, and people came from far and wide to see the union of the two lovers who had suffered so, and yet had found happiness in each other. the wedding was a grand affair, with much music and dancing and merriment - when he saw his precious traveller, the prince wept for joy to marry them, and it was clear to all who saw him how greatly he adored them.

the celebrations lasted long into the night, and as the first rays of sun broke over the kingdom, the prince gathered his love into his arms and carried them up to the top of the tallest tower, where they might see the dawn of their new future together.

yes, as the moon rose in the sky, vincent solaire took his vampire lovely by the hand and kissed them atop the jagged remains of SURGE, cool light glinting off the ruined metal, and he was unhappy no longer.

and so, in the light of day and the dark of night, in the sweet union of blood and friendship and family, the unhappy prince and the lovely traveller lived happily ever after.

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